ffuSt I like part 26 DADAISM

So I am sitting in some hotel room in the middle of nowhere. Waiting for something to happen. I know that the cult of the unwritten book was still active in the area. That morning, everyone in the city had forgotten his or her telephone number for 15 minutes. That’s 1 of the signs. So I had filled the room with clocks, dozens of clocks. The ticking was driving me absolutely insane. But I needed some kind of early warning, in case the cult decided to drop in unexpectedly. It was a calculated risk of course. Some cult assassins travel via clocks. The door of the hours they call it. I decided it was time for another drink. If I had to face the cult, I want to be completely wrecked 1st. That’s when I smelled Parma violets. Which left me with 1 persistent and irritating question, where was the book of the 5th window? I needed help. But 1st another drink seemed like a brilliant idea, I wanted to get really smashed. When the statues in the park across the road began to giggle and whisper like naughty children, I knew it was time to move out. Every day the human body loses 10 billion skin scales. Have you ever wondered what happens to all that dead skin? It does not just vanish, you know. Cult agents collect it. They also collect all the old love letters people throw away when love turns sour. Look, who are you? How did you get in here? Me? I am very big in the world of International Strangeness, and if you have not heard of me, then you are obviously not reading the right material. Because the cult of the unwritten book is, at this very moment in pursuit of the 5th window, if they get it, they will summon the unmaker and it will mean the end.